A women sings a bittersweet tale
an old story, worn and frail
of a love, so tragic, so rare
the tale of a boy and girl and their passionate affair
torn apart by life's cruel hands
wondering in desperation for each other across the lands
they plotted to meet before the rising sun
but one was forever delayed by a barrel of a gun
she waited desperately for him to show
and her poor soul died never to know
if you go to the old oak tree
before the rising sun
you will hear her whispering
"I'm here, darling. Let's run."
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Sun tells moon,
"Endless, we are,
perpetually glowing
forever together
glistening brightly
star-crossed loves."

"Loves star-crossed
brightly glistening
together forever
glowing perpetually,
endless, we are."
moon tells sun
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Red eyes
matching red wrists
I've lost myself
again.

No one's
found
me yet
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I think people are too set in their ways
Having to do things just so
Making sure never to disturb tradition
Then you came
And rebelled every thought and action
They didn't like you for that,
I did.
*i.c.d

At the end of an arrow
A bird with a target behind its innocent back
Caught unaware flying free
what a tragic way to end
what a tragic way to be
But maybe this was for the best
For its young heart will never see the pain of
the world
                     like all the rest.
*i.c.d